ROMONT

Why think you so sir? You know not, Sir How in this cause they may dispense with Law, And therefore frame not you their answer for them, But do your parts. From whom? Now you are Noble. What may it be, sir? I have urged that. Now put on your Spirits. Now sir, loose not this offered means: their looks Fixed on you, with a pitying earnestness, Invite you to demand their furtherance To your good purpose.—This such a du ness So foolish and untimely as— Would, heigh name you. Dare you ever hope for Like opportunity? This obstinate spleen, You think becomes your sorrow, and sorts well With your black suits: but grant me wit, or judgement, And by the freedom of and honest man, And a true friend to boot, I swear it's shameful. And therefore flatter not your self with hope, Your sable habit, with the hat and cloak, No though the ribbons help, have power to worke'em To what you would: for those that had no eyes, To see the great acts of your father, will not, From any fashion sorrow can put on, Be taught to know their duties. Would I were not. But Sir, you have a cause, a cause so joust, Of such necessity, not to be deferred, As would compel a maid, whose foot was never Set over her father's threshold, nor within The house where she was born, ever spoke word, Which was not ushered with pure virgin blushes, To drown the tempest of a pleaders tongue, And force corruption to give back the hire It took against her: let examples move you. You see great men in birth, esteem and fortune, Rather then loose a scruple of their right, Fawn basely upon such, whose gowns put off, They would disdain for Servants. Without lose, Would you consider, that to gain their favors, Oh r chased st dams put off their modesties, Soldiers forget their hono S, usurers Make sacrifice of Gold, poets of wit, And men religious, partly with fame, and goodness? Be therefore won to use the means, that may Advam ce your pious ends. And you receive the glory, pray you now practice. It's well. Enter Old Nouall, Liladam, & 3 Creditors. You ust have patience—Offer't again. Yes as the matter may be carried, and h reby To manage the conuayance—Follow him. You say so. Oh what assurance? For the well cutting of his Lordship's corns, Picking his toes, or any office else Nearer to baseness! Out, rogue, do not I know, ( Kicks him ) These glorious weeds spring from the sordid dunghill Of thy os icious baseness? Wertenberg thou worthy Of any thing from me, but my contempt, I would do more then this, more, you Court-spider. Are they so Rascals? I will befriend you then. I know you for The worst of spirits, that st iue to rob the tombs Of what is they inheritance, rome the dead. For us re S, bred by a otous peace: That hold the Charter oh you we l h & freedom, By being Knaves and Cuckolds that ne re prayed, But when you fear the rich heirs will grow wise, To keep their Lands out of your parchment toils; And then, the Devil your fathe is call upon, To invent some ways of Luxury never thought on. Be gone, and quickly, or I'll leave no room Upon your forehead for your horns to sprowt on, Without a murmur, or I will undo you; For I will beat you honest. I am somewhat eased in this yet. Think not so, Sir, The di ficulties that you encounter with, Will crown the undertaking — Heaven! you weep: And I could do so too, but that I know, Theres more expected from the son and friend Of him, whose fatal lose now shakes our nature's. Then sighs, or tears, (in which a village nurse Or cunning strumpet, when her knave is hanged, May overcome us.) We are men (young Lord) Let us not do Like women. To the Counterfeit to, And there speak Like your birth: wake sleeping justice, Or dare the A e. This is a way will sort With what you are. I call you not to that I will shrink from my self, I will deserne Your thanks, or suffer with you—Oh how bravely That sudden fire of anger shows in you 1 line 1 line Exeunt. See sir, our Advocate. Why does your Lordship think, the moving of A cause more honest then this Court had ever The honour to determine, can deserve A check Like this? 'Tis fit freedom: Or do you conclude, and advocate cannot hold His credit with the Judge, vnl sse he study His face more then the cause for which he pleads? Or cannot you, that have the power To qualify the rigour of the Laws When you are pleased, take a little from The strictness of your sour decrees, enacted In favour of the greedy creditors Against the orethrowne debt r? Why I'll tell you, Thou purple-coloured man, I am one to whom Thou owest the means thou hast of sitting there A corrupt Elder. The nose thou wear st, is my gift, and those eyes, That meet no object so base as their Master, Had been, long since torn from that guilty head, And thou thy self slave to some needy Swiss, Had I not worn a sword, and used it better Then in thy pray S thou ere didst thy tongue. Yet I, that in my service done my Country, Disdain to be put in the scale with thee, Confess my self unworthy to be valued With the least partly, nay hair of the dead Marshal, Of whose so many glorious undertakings, Make choice of any one, and that the meanest Performed against the subtle Fox of France, The politic Lewis, or the more desperate Swi see, And 'twyl outwaygh all the good purpose, Though put in act, that ver Gownman practiced. f hat curses, Urged us lie, and breathed forth so, ever fell On those that did deserve them; let not mine Be spent in vain now, that thou from this instant Mayest in thy fear that they will fallen upon thee, Be sensible of the plagues they shall bring with them. And for denying of a little earth, To cover what remains of our great soldyer: May all your wives prove whores, your factors thieves, And while you live, your yotous heirs undo you And thou, the patron of their cruelty, Of all thy Lordship's live not to be owner Of so much dung as will conceal a Dog, Or what is worse, thy self in. And thy years, To th'end thou mayest be wretched, I wish many, And as thou hast denied the dead a graven, May misery in thy life make thee desire one, Which men and all the Elements keep from thee: I have begun well, imitate, exceed. No; keep they for your own sins, you Rogues, Till you repent: you'll die else and be damned. Laugh ye? Both with a birth she rogues. Look, look you slau S, your thankless c uelty And sau ge manners, of unkind Dijon, Exhaust these floods, and not his father's death. Out you wolvish mungrels! Whose brains should be knocked out, Like dogs in July, Lest your infection poison a whole town. Sent you for me, sir? Your Lordship's pleasure? Hum hum: reverend sir, I have observed you, and do know you well, And am now more afraid you know not me, By wishing my submission to Nouall, Then I can be of all the bellowing mouths That wait upon him to pronounce the censure Could it determine me torments, and shame. Submit, and crave forgiveness of a beast 'Tis true, this boil of state wears purple Tissue, Is high fed, proud so is his Lordship's horse, And bears as rich Caparisons. I know, This Elephant carries on his back not only Towers, Castles, but the ponderous republic, And never stoops for't, with h S strong breath trunk S uffes others titles, Lordship's, Offices, Wealth, bribes and lives, under his ravenous jaws, Whats this unto my freedom? I dare die; And therefore ask this Camel, if these blessings (For so they would be understood by a man) But mollify one rudeness in his nature, Sweet n the eager relish of the law, At whose great helm he sits: helps he the poor In a joust business? nay, does he not cross Every deserved soldier and scholar, As if when nature made him, she had made The general Antipathy of all virtue? How savagely, and blasphemo fly he spoke Touching the General, the graven General dead, I must weep when I think on't. My Lord, I am not stubborn, I can melt, you see, A worser prize a virtue better then my life For though I be not learned, I ever loved That ho y Mother of all issues, good, Whose white hand (for a Sceptre) holds a File To polish roughest customs, and in you She has her right: see, I am calm as sleep, But when I think of the gross injuries, The godless wrong done, to my General dead, I rave indeed, and could eat this Nouall A soulless Dromodary. I shall obey your pleasure Sir, though ignorant To what is tends? Exit Servant Romont. Sir, it is most true. I am the witness. One more such would save the rest of pleaders With his life, assure you. Sure, I sleep not. What make These dogs in doublets he ere! So I conceive it. This is no vision: would! If I seem rude, your pardon, Lady; yours I do not ask: come, do not dare to show me A face of anger, or the least dislike, Put on, and suddaily a milder look, I shall grow rough else. Done, Popinjay? why, dost thou think that if I ere had dreamed that thou hadst done me wrong, Thou shouldst outlive it? As if thou ere were't angry But with thy Taylor, and yet that poor shred Can bring more to the making up of a man, Then can be hoped from thee: thou art his crea ure, And did he not each morning new create Thou wouldst stink and be forgotten. I'll not change On sillable more with thee, until thou bring Some testimony under good men's hands, Thou art a Christian. I suspect thee strongly, And will be satisfied: till which time, keep from me. The entertainment of your visitation Has made what I intended on a business. Use that leg again, and I'll cut off the other. What a perfume the Muske-cat lea es behind him! Do you admit him for a property, To save you charges, Lady. So I respect you, Not for your self, but in remembrance of, Who is your father, and whose wife you now are, That I choose rather not to understand Your nasty scoff then,— My intents Madam, deserve not this; nor do I stay To be the whetstone of your wit: preserve it To spend on such, as know how to admire Such coloured stuff. In me there is now speaks to the As true a friend and servant to your Honour, And one that will with as much hazard guard it, As ever man did goodness. — But then Lady, You must endeavour not alone to be, But to appear worthy such love and service. Why, to this purpose, Lady, I do desire you should prove such a wife To Charaloys (and such a one he merits) A Caesar, did he live, could not except at, Not only innocent from crime, but free From all taint and suspicion. But yet be careful. Detraction's a bold monster, and fears not To wound the am of Princes, if it find But any blemish in their lives to work on. But I'll be plainer with you had the people Been learned to speak, but what even now I saw, Their malice out of that would raise and engine To overthrow your honour. In my sighed (With yonder pointed fool I frighted from you) You used familiarity beyond A modest entertainment: you embraced him With too much ardor for a stranger, and Met him with kisses neyth r chaste nor comely But learn you to forget him, as I will Your bounties to him, you will find it saf r Rather to be uncourtly, then immodest. Madam. What mean you, Lady? Is my free counsel. Answered with this ridiculous scorn? By thy hand. Sure a Legion has possessed this woman. And I will. Believe it wicked one I will. Hear, Heaven, But hearing pardon me: if these fruts grow Upon the tree of marriage, let m shun it, As a forbidden sweet. And heir and rich, Young, beautiful, yet add to this a wife, And I with l rather choose a Spittle sinner Car ed and age before, though three parts rotten, And take it for a blessing, rather then Be fettered to the hellish slavery Of such and impudence. A happy man indeed!—pray you in what? No doubt. But on. Women have no cunning to gull the world. You'll find him breaking a young horse. I must do something worthy Charaloys friendship. If she were well inclined to keep her so, Deserved not thanks: and yet to stay a woman Spurred headlong by hight lust, to her own ruin, Is harder then to prop a falling tower With a deceiving reed. E ter Rochfort. Her father! would? How if I break this to him? sure it cannot Meet with and ill construction. His wisdom Made powerful by the authority of a father, Will warrant and give privilege to his counsels. It shall be so— my Lord. I stand so engaged To your so many favours, that I hold it A breach in thankfulness, should I not discover, Though with some imputation to my self, All doubts than may concern you. Then with your patience lend me your attention For what I must deliver, whispered only You will with too much grief receive. A weak excuse. Must I be still her sport Ten dissemblers Are in this subtle devil. You believe this? Why, it's exceeding well. If this be The recompense of striving to preserve A wanton giglet honest, very shortly It'll make all mankind Panders—Do you smile, Good Lady Looseness? your whole sex is Like you And that man's mad that seeks to better any: What new change have you next? What heresy? Speak. Rogues, be silent—or— And you, the master Rogue, the coward rascal, I shall be with you suddenly. I break no J ts, but I can break my sword About your pates. Enter Charaloyes and Baumont. Nothing. They laughed and used their scurvy wits upon me. Well, Sir. Pish, pish, what needs this my Lord? If I be known none such, how vainly, you Do cast away good counsel? I have loved you, And yet must freely speak: so young a utor, Fits not so old a Soldier as I am. And I must tell you, was in your behalf I grew enraged thus, yet had rather die, Then open the great cause a syllable further. Not for the world. O it will strike disease into your bones Beyond the cure of physic, drink your blood, Rob you of all your rest, contract your sighed, Leave you no eyes but to see misery, And of your own, nor speech but to wish thus Would I had perished in the prisons jaws: From whence I was redeemed 'twill wear you old, Before you have experience in that Art, That causes your affliction. I'll die first. Farewell, continue merry, and high Heaven Keep your wife chaste. Loose not, Sir, your self. And I will venture—So the door is fast. Lock the door. Now noble Charaloys, collect your self, Summon your spirits, muster all you strength That can belong to man, sift passion, From every vein, and whatsoever ensues, Upbraid not me hereafter, as the cause of Jealousy, discontent, slaughter and ruin: Make me not parent to sin: you will know This secret that I burn with. There was no hurt in that. I know it not, but doubt it, these the ground The servant of your wife now young Nouall, The son unto the r father's Enemy (Which aggravates my presumption the more) I have been war worser of, touching her, nay, seen them Tie heart to heart, one in another's arm , Multiplying kisses, as if they meant To pose Arithmetic, or whose eyes would Be first burned out, with gazing on the others I saw their mouths engender, and their palms Glued, a if Love had locked them, their words flow And melt each others, Like two circling flames, Where chastity, Like a Phoenix (me thought) burned, But left the world nor ashes, nor and heir. Why stand you silent thus? what cold dull phlegm, As if you had no drop of choler mixed In your whole constitution, thus prevails, To fix you now, thus tupid hearing Thy ? No. Laugh ye? ene so did your wife, And r indulgent father. No, but a man. Is't possible? farewell, fine, honest man, Sweet tempered Lord adie what Apopl xy Hath knit sense up? Is this Romonts reward? Bear witness the great spirit of my father, With what a healthful hope I administer This potion that hath wrought so virulently. I not accuse thy wife of act, but would Prevent her Praecipuce, to thy dishonour, Which now thy tardy sluggishness will admit. Would I had seen thee graved with thy great Sire, Ere live to have men's marginal fingers point At Charaloys, as a lamented story. And Emperor put away his wife for touching Another man, but thou wouldst have thine tasted And keep her (I think.) Puff. I am a fire To warm a dead man, that waste out my self. Bleed—what a plague, a vengeance 'st to me, If you will be a Cuckold? here I show A swords point to thee, this side you may shun, Or that the peril, if you will run on, I cannot help it. Yes, and pursue foe Like lightning. Come fright your foes with this: sir, I am your friend, And dare stand by you thus. By your leave, sirs. D'ee take me for A fiddler? ya're deceived: look. I'll pay you. Kicks they. You boy's gone, Locks the door. And door's locked, yet for no hurt to you, But privacy: call up your blood again, sir be not afraid, I do B seech you, sir, (and therefore come) without more cir cumstance Tell me how far the passages have gone betwixt you, and your fair Mistress Beaumelle. Tell me the truth, and by my hope of Heaven It never shall go further. I will be your confounder, if you do not. Draws a pock to dag. Stir not, nor spend your voice. Nothing but line your brainpan, sir, with led, If you not satisfy me suddenly, I am desperate of my life, and command yours. But may I built on this assurance? Write this, sir, nay you must. Withal, sir, you must swear, and put your oath Under your hand, (shake not) never to frequent This Ladies company, nor ever send Token, or message, or letter, to incline This (too much prove already) yielding Lady. Let me see, this first is right, And h re you wish a sudden death m y light Upon your body, and hell take your soul, If ever more you see her, but by chance, Much less allure her. Now, my Lord, your hand. Your heart else I assure you. So keep this last article Of your faith given, and stead of threatenings sir, The service of my sword and life is yours: But not a word of it, it's Fairies treasure; Which but revealed, brings on the blab rs, ruin. Use your youth better, and this excellent form Heaven hath bestowed upon you. So good morrow to your Lordship. And had you found me In any place, but in the street, I should Have done,—not talked to you. A e you the Captain? The hopeful Pontalier ? whom I have seen Do in the fi lo such see vic , as then made you Their envy that commanded, here at home To play the parasite to a gilded knave, And it may be the Pander. I do, And with the next days sun you shall hear from me. You have them ready. It's well, and something I can add to their evidence, to prove This brave revenge, which they would have called murder, A noble Justice. That friendship's raised on sand, Which every sudden gust of discontent, Or flowing of our passion can change, As if it never had been: but do you know Who are to fit on him? The Advocate That pleaded for the Marshals un rall, And was checked for it by Nouall. How Fortune's that? By my Hope's. Of Charaloys acquittal, I lament That reverent old men fortune. It is not doubted. Best friend, well met, By my hearts lou to you, and join to that, My thankfulness that still lives to the dead, I look upon you now with more true joy, Then when I saw you married. Shall I still then Speak truth, and be ill understood? Passion transports you. You much weaken the strength of your good cause, Should you but think A man for doing well could entertain A pardon, were it offered, you have given To blind and slow-pac'd justice, wings, and eyes To see and overtake impieties, Which from a cold proceeding had received I dulgence or protection. Upon my soul nor should the blood you challenge And took to cure your honour, breed more scruple In your soft conscience, then if your sword Had been sheathed in a Tiger, or she Bear, That in their bowels would have made your tomb To injure innocence is more then murder: But when inhumane lustest transform us, then As beasts we are to suffer, not Like men To be lamented. Nor did Charalois ever Perform and act so worthy the applause Of a full theater of perfect men, As he hath done in this: the glory God By overthrowing outward enemies, Since strength and fortune are main sharers in it, We cannot but by pieces call our own : But when we conquer our intestine foes, Our passion breed within us, and of those The most reb llious tyrant powerful love, Our reason S ffering us to Like no longer TO en the fair object being good deserves it, TO a is true victory, which, were great men Ambitious to a chi we, by your example Setting no price upon the breach of faith, B to l ss of ife, 'twould fright adultery Ou of their families, and make lust appear As loathsome to us in the first consen , As when it's waited on by punishment. Continue to that resolution constant, And you shall, in contempt of their worst malice, Come off with honour. Here they come. Half of the danger Already is discharged: the other partly As bravely, and you are not only free, But crowned with praise for ever. May it please the Court, I may be herd. In Nouall I cannot. But I come furnished with what will stop The mouth of his conspiracy against the life Oh innocen Charaloys. Do you know this Character? May it please your Lordship's, read it, And you shall find there, with what vehemency He did solicit Beaumelle, how he had God A promise from her to enjoy his wishes, How after he abjured her company, And yet, but that it's fit I spare the dead, Like a damned villain, assoon as recorded, He brake that oath, to make this manifest. Produce his bans and hers. They have and rather then endure the rack, Confess the time, the meeting, nay the act; What would you more? only this matron made A free discovery to a good end; And therefore sue to the Court, she may not Be placed in the black list of the delinquents. Can I look on? O murderous wretch, Thy challenge now I answer oh die with him, A dull Dutch rather: fallen and cool (my blood) Boil not in zeal of thy friends hurt, so high, That is so low, and cold himself in't. Woman, How strong art thou, how easily beguiled? How thou dost rack us by the very horns? Now wealth I see change manners and the man: Something I must do mine own wrath to assuage, And note my friendship to and after-age. Exit. I you l up my sword Unforced. O Changed raloys.